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She wanted to take Sandra down. "Indonesia is a developing country. Even though there are many poor people, many can sleep soundly and can eat. It is different from diseases in Africa. Imagine, being so poor they sell caterpillars. They could sell coal." Cheryl rolled her eyes lazily. Unfortunately, she did not have a strong argument to refute the knowledgeable Sandra.

He reached for it, and I reluctantly lifted my knees to let him take it. He read the title aloud, his voice laced with amusement: “Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don?”. "Really? Kimberly" I glared at him, my embarrassment mounting. “It was the only interesting book here.” His smile widened. “Out of all these books, that’s what you call interesting?” “What should I have read instead?” I shot back, gesturing at the shelves. “One of those dry leadership manuals?” Without responding, he pulled a book off the shelf. Rich Dad, Poor Dad. He held it up as though it were a trophy.

Thea waited for Theo ahead, and Theo quickly caught up with her. A satisfied and happy smile appeared on Thea's face. "What are you thinking? You seem so happy," Theo asked softly. Thea said, "Theodore, do you know? Actually, the last time I saw my dad, I really felt sorry for him, I sympathized with him. I think he was originally born as a rich young master, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and now he wakes up to find himself with nothing. Can he accept himself in such poverty?"

" I shook my head. Too much time had passed, and I had long forgotten. He tapped on the laptop. I put the laptop on the desk, then took his tiny hand and helped him down from the bed. He said in his childish voice, "My dad is super rich. He wouldn't care about this little bit of money."

Still feeling doubtful, he had left her to read in her rocking chair while refusing to acknowledge that she was right—that he was a good father. Richard glanced at his watch, waiting for his friend to show up and wondering if he had forgotten what they had talked about the previous night. He would have to admit that he needed counselling from a knowledgeable man who understood men that were in his position of life and his friend had suggested one who lived a few blocks away but he had not given him an address. Richard pushed his mug slightly and stood up to get a better look outside. By now, the men from the mission school had left the bar and the rain had suddenly stopped. With no men to ta

Terrah said while looking at the object she was holding. Before giving the book to her grandma, he first read what was written on the back. It was Terrence Johnson's diary entitled, "Diary of a Billionaire's Son." The boy understood that it was his father's life experience. She wanted to know what it contained, so he let his grandmother read it to him. "AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER FATHER WITH THEIR SON NAMED TERRAH," the grandmother said after reading the last quote written in the book.

“D*mn it, I’m sure he’s from a rich family. He’s the kind of man that flaunts away his family’s wealth, in fact. I’m sure he’s going to end up squandering away everything he’s got one day!” “F*ck off, I was the one who handled his registration. He’s the chairman of Reivaj Group, a company worth billions of dollars, you idiot. He’s got so much wealth in comparison to you, yet you think there’s going to be a day when he’ll end up poorer than you? Are you high?”

IYAH “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday to you!” Everybody sang. “Make a wish then blow the candle Iyah!” my Dad excitedly said. I just nodded at him. I glanced at my happy family. My beautiful Mom, where me and my unnie inherited such a goddess-like beauty. She’s so kind and thoughtful and humble. Married to one of the richest, influential and popular man in Korea. My Dad, known in our country as “Mr. Lucius Amadeo, the shoeshine boy”. He is called like that because he was just an orphan who started working as a shoeshine boy at a young age for him and his sister to survive. But being smart and hardworking, a rich bachelor adopted a

Sammy exhaled as she slammed the phone in her lap and turned to look at the man. “Dad isn't into wealth…he isn't greedy like mom…you already won Trisha's heart with a fat bank account, “Sammy said, explaining the difference between her mom and dad. Her mom was easily won over with just money. Dave was a rich man with good looks and her mom was a sucker for a hot son-in-law. However, her dad was a different case. The man wanted a son-in-law like himself. He wasn't into material things and money was the last thing he cared about.

She winced slightly. "Really?" Nikky's eyes glimmered. "Our Daddy is a rich CEO?" He turned to look at Niccy. "Niccy, did you hear that, Daddy is a rich CEO, we could have everything we want. We are going to be rich," Nikky smiled, his eyes sparking. "Of course." Niccy's smile was musty. "When are we going to meet him again? he's so nice," Nikky turned to look at his mother. "Soon," Natasha found her self laughing, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if they spent sometime with him, he wasn't that bad though.